Page 82 of Wicked Knight

Finally, I reach the apartment. I go inside and find her out on the terrace bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight.

She’s got her hair up in a ponytail and is wearing a pair of shorts and a little camisole top. I can tell she doesn’t have a bra on underneath. Her breasts are puckered and hard beneath the fabric from the cool night air.

The sight of her steals my breath away, clearing my mind of my worries.

Staring at her lulls me back into the alternate universe where I’m allowed to be with her whenever I want.

Regardless of that, the thought strikes me with undeniable clarity that this could be my life.

Coming home to her, sharing these simple, profound moments, would make my existence complete. My cold, black heart wouldn’t feel so fucking tormented and dead.

With her, I’m home.

Mackenzie turns at the sound of my approach, her eyes lighting up with a warmth that melts the cold edges of my soul.

Before she can say anything, I scoop her into my arms, lifting her off the ground and spinning her lithe, little body around.

“You’re back.” Her sweet laughter sinks into me, making me want to devour her.

“Missed me?”

“You know I did.” She caresses my face with long elegant fingers.

“Show me how much.”

She kisses me. It’s a fervent kiss that feels like her. It’s filled with beauty and hope. All the things I’m not. So, when I kiss her back, I taint the kiss with my darkness.

She responds with equal passion, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer as if afraid I might slip away.

I feel like that, too. Every fucking day, I wonder if it will be my last with her.

I break the kiss and rest my forehead against hers as I gaze into her eyes. “My body missed yours, Spider. I need to fuck you right now.”

“Then what’s stopping you, Scorpion?” Her smile is sexy-siren seductive. I like it.

“Not a goddamn thing.” I smile back, flicking the strap of her top down her shoulder.

It exposes her breast, so I lower mu mouth to suck on it.

The best thing about this place is we’re at the back of the complex with the river beneath us. No one can see us when I fuck her out here.

She allows me to take off her clothes and feast on her pussy while she leans against the rails looking like a goddess in the moonlight.

When her delicious nectar flows into my mouth, I shrug out of my clothes, unleashing my aching cock.

Seconds later, I’m buried deep, deep inside her. My chest pounds with hot blood as I fuck her tight pussy recklessly and raw. I slam into her like I want to brand her from the inside out, and even when I’m as dep as I can be, I still want more.

Our moans and groans fill the air, sounding like we’re on the set of a porn.

And this is just the beginning.

I take her all night, and we stay in bed all of Saturday making up for the time we spent apart.

When Sunday arrives, I decide to make us breakfast, but as we eat in the kitchen, I set her on the breakfast table and cover her in fruit so I can eat it off her. Then I’m inside her again.

She tries to get her clothes back on once we’re done, but I stop her wanting, to look at her naked body a little longer.

“Dmitri, I need to put my clothes on.” She chuckles, kissing me on my nose.